Waking up at seven in the morning is something I will always hate but I will always have to do since I get to work at nine in the morning.

You might be wondering as to what kind of work I am doing. Well being an undergrad (yes I'm planning to finish college I just have to save money) I am currently stuck with working on a local pretzel shop.

At exactly 7:30 I have managed to finish up my breakfast of a bowl of my favorite cereal, lucky charms and as soon as I have cleared up the dishes, I have decided that its already time to take the shower.

I stripped my pajamas once I got in my small bathroom, once they were off I slowly turned on the shower and extended my arm to see if I can manage the temperature before I went under the shower, I was glad that the water wasn't too cold or too hot because it means I didn't need to go on tip toe again just to reach the control of the heater.

At around eight thirty I was ready to leave my small apartment. Thankfully, I only have to take one bus ride going to my work and since there is a bus stop near my place, it wouldn't have to be a hassle for me just to take the bus.

I work at the Eaton Centre well not there entirely, but at one of the food stall there, a pretzel store. I normally work here from nine in the morning up until its closing at seven, but if I'm lucky and I mean by lucky I get to go home early that is when my partner Kirsch decides to take over up until our closing.

I have been working on this shop for I think about four months, and to be honest the pay here isn't so bad—I mean it's enough to support me after all since I don't depend on my dad, although he always offer but I just decline it because I want to stand on my own feet and be able to support myself besides from time to time I get a sideline, by writing term papers or thesis of some students and I also do some blogging as well, so those jobs are pretty much enough to help me be able save up money.

'Good Morning little nerd hottie-'

'Kirsch, how many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?'

'Oops, sorry Laura. I just gotten really used to calling you that.' Kirsch apologizes as he walks in inside our small shop.

'Good Morning, too.' I say as I began doing some inventories before we finally open up.

'So Laura, what do I need to do first?'

'Well, you can start by mapping the floor and putting down those chairs' I told him as I pointed towards the table and chairs. 'Once I get to finish here, I would start on preparing the ingredients for pretzels, and maybe we can open.'

'Aye, aye captain.' He replies and does a mock salute.

I really love working with Kirsch. He's like the brother I never get the chance to have. He's really sweet, funny, gentleman, a puppy and protective. I remember that one time a customer started following me on my way home and I was just glad that Kirsch notice the guy's behavior that he ended up following us, so to say I kinda owe my life to Kirsch would be a little overrated but it's actually true.

Afternoon shifts will always be boring for both me and Kirsch since we don't get to have a lot of customers. People don't normally go to malls from one to three in the afternoon probably because most people are either at school or at work.

During this time, I get the chance to sometimes work on some papers that I work with online; sometimes Kirsch and I would take turns taking a nap inside our small employee room, and as of now Kirsch is there taking his precious nap while I am stuck here looking out for possible customers that may come in, while reading my copy of The Goodluck of Right Now.

I had to stop halfway through my reading when somebody went inside the shop and orders.

'Hi, welcome to Silas' Pretzel House. May I take your order?' I ask her as polite and as enthusiastic as I could be.

I patiently wait for her to answer; probably she was taking her time on deciding what to order. After all, that is a normal nature to anyone who is about to order food.

While she was taking her precious precious time on deciding what to order, I took this chance too to take a closer on her. I don't know exactly why I checked her out. I honestly don't do that to our customers. But with her, I just felt like there was something magnetic about her that it actually hypnotized me.

I have noticed that she was wearing some tight white tank top and was sporting some black jeans and I guess, holy shit my throat just went dry by how hot she looks. She was actually wearing her sunglasses so I didn't get to notice that she stared back at me as I openly gawk at her until she clears her throat, in the sexiest way if that's even possible.

'I would like to order one of cinnamon sugar stix and one roasted garlic and parmesan pretzels.' She says after she clears out her throat and holy cheese balls I think I just melt with how husky her voice was.

After a few seconds, I was able to gather up myself 'Would you like to add some drinks? And what would you like for your dip?' I ask, acting as if I wasn't about to melt in front of her.

'I would like to have hot salsa cheese dip and uh, a medium size blue raspberry lemonade.' She answers.

'Would that be all?' I ask again, because clearly we do have to ask a lot of things.

'Yes and by the way that is for to go.' I felt like my heart have fallen when she says that she'll have it to go because that would mean she has to leave.

'Alright that would be a total of $5.' I answered her smiling once again.

She then handed me the exact amount and I suddenly felt a cold air rush through my body as our fingers brushed to each others. I wonder if she ever felt that too and I'm also intrigued what it is that is going on her beautiful mind because she hasn't smiled ever since she walked in.

As soon as she had paid for her orders, she went to seat on the booth near the window. And when she sat down, I immediately turn to the kitchen to prepare her orders.

Preparing the orders, especially the pretzels will always be my favorite. I always love the idea of running my hands on the flour and forming them into pretzels. (I had to prepare hers since we don't normally display her chosen flavor because people rarely orders that and I don't even understand why she chose that flavor)

I remember when I was still new at this job, I would normally have trouble forming them, but now I could say that I am now a pro in this field.

I think it had taken me about ten minutes to prepare her orders.

When I went out of the kitchen, I notice that she was currently using her iphone 5 texting someone...probably her boyfriend or whoever, it's not that I care of who she was texting because why should I be.

As I walked back to the counter, that was the only time that I have noticed that she was wearing some totally badass biker boots and I told myself that 'Wow, this girl is totally smoking hot, from eyeliner to boots.'

Since I was having too much gawking at her, I didn't even notice at all that Kirsch was there smirking at me as he removes the trays of the other pretzels at display which needed to be refilled.

'Ma'am, excuse me.' I start 'Your order is ready.'

She sighs after she heard me calling her and stood up from where she was seated and started to walk towards the counter when suddenly, she collapsed!

I was probably too shocked with what just happened that I didn't even notice right away that Kirsch had rushed on her side, checking her pulse and her airway or whatsoever.

I was only brought back to reality when Kirsch had yelled at me once again.

'For the love of god, Laura! We can't fucking let a customer die inside the shop and at our watch so goddamit go call 911!'